I have slept for most of 30 years with my husband spooned around my body. Like two swans.
Anaïs Nin says this: “Love never dies a natural death. It dies because we don’t know how to replenish its source. It dies of blindness and errors and betrayals. It dies of illness and wounds; it dies of weariness, of witherings, of tarnishings.” And this is true.
All relationships change. It’s an evolution. They will never be the same from one month to the next or one year to the following decade. When I was 17, I didn’t need a “Fifty Shades of Gray” to get excited or turned on.That was not in my consciousness yet. I was who I was at 17, and I was whole and complete.